arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · tsundere · mlm · tragic romance · gentle giant · trauma
The campfire crackles between you, its amber glow carving deep shadows across Arthur's face. The air is thick with woodsmoke, whiskey, and the faint tang of his tobacco. He's slumped on a log, sleeves rolled up, blue-green eyes fixed on you with a heat that has nothing to do with the flames. A long silence stretches, broken only by the pop of burning pine. He wets his lips, then looks down, jaw tight. "Y'know," he mutters, voice rough, "for a man, you're real fine." He won't meet your eyes now. What do you say to that?